Category: Pennsylvania
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Recorded Live at the River Gallery Exhibit
My monkey, I mean my youngest son, recently left a comment asking shouldn’t I be writing poems, “you know, the Poet part of Dad Poet?” Good point, and I admit that although I have been working on a few new pieces, I once again find myself back into editing and submission mode. I am sending…
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What the Poetry Is Going On Around Here – Dad Poet Readings and News
I feel the need to toot my own horn. . . I mean to recap some of what I’ve been doing locally with my poetry, as well as to let you know about a few reading events coming up. So before telling you what you missed, here is what’s in my very near future in…
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Now for Something Completely Different: The Log Ride
I promised we’d continue talking about creative genius, this time with a few words about and by one of my heroes, poet William Stafford. But there is this thing called life which includes a pesky work schedule, and routine interruptions like groceries and doctor’s visits, so to keep you from being bored, and giving up…
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Look! It’s Working! It’s Magic! – Dad and another one of his stupid puns
Jon, Micah and I went for a stroll down by the river last Monday so I could show them the new River Walk in Sunbury, and the amphitheater where I read poetry with the poetesses for the peoples. But the dam had been deflated. No, you read that correctly–deflated. We have, I am told,…
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News Flash: School Bus Breakdown by the River
Lest you think at first glance here that the title of this post is decieving, let me explain. It is simply a mashup of the titles of the three short poems I read in this clip. I couldn’t resist. This, by the way, is the final clip in the series from last Saturday’s River Festival…
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One River, Three Poets: River Fest 2012
Well, okay, it’s really two rivers that come together. The North Branch of the Susquehanna, which interestingly enough is where my sweetheart, Brian comes from up in Wilkes Barre, and the West Branch, where I come from, flowing down from Lock Haven and the woodlands further north. How literally poetic that we now live here…
